Li Luo's Summary? (Thanks to Big Stick Hits Harder for the alliance)

The youth academies of Europe's five major leagues placed great importance on psychological counseling for young players.

In the late 1990s, Arsenal manager Arsène Wenger submitted a proposal titled Focus on Players' Psychological Development to The Football Association, hoping that every club would appoint dedicated psychological counselors.

He believed:

Sixty-seven percent of youth academy players left professional football before the age of twenty-one, and they needed psychological support to help them adapt to reality;

The Premier League was brutally competitive, and players faced immense outside pressure when they first stepped onto the pitch, so they needed psychological counseling after matches.

However, as time passed and the process became routine, it gradually started to go off track. News reports claimed that some young players believed they were mentally healthy, only to be told by psychological counselors that they were not.

It was the twenty-first century. By the standards of club psychological counselors, everyone was a little mentally unhealthy...

Li Luo did not get the chance to experience the nightlife with Rooney.

At that moment, he was sitting in a spacious, well-ventilated room, receiving counseling from Manchester United's psychologist.

When he learned that tomorrow was a day off, he was no longer lost or nervous. Instead, he began thinking about what to do next.

Nervousness and confusion were useless. Time was no longer pressing him forward by the second. He needed to calm down and solve the problem.

"Li?"

"Were you listening to me just now?"

"Haha, it's fine. You must have been carefully replaying the match in your head. Let's talk about something lighter instead. From the footage recorded by the club, I noticed that two Swansea City players intimidated you during the match."

"But you smiled in response to them..."

"You have a psychological disorder."

The psychologist briefly introduced himself. Ham, thirty-two years old, had joined the French Army in his youth. After retiring due to injury, he became Southampton's team doctor, and had only just moved to Manchester United in the past couple of days.

At that moment, his expression was solemn and his tone gentle. "Open your heart to me."

Li Luo: "???"

What was this?

He was saying I had a problem?

Was he using me to meet his performance quota?

"Ham, I'm perfectly normal."

"No, you're not. A normal child would get angry or feel afraid when faced with intimidation, but you didn't."

"I reviewed your previous records. You never cared about opponents' trash talk on the pitch either. This psychological issue must have persisted for many years."

"..."

The counseling session did not last long.

Li Luo absolutely did not believe he had any psychological problems. He gave a few perfunctory answers and hurriedly left.

A moment later, a young player named Lingard walked into the room with a cheeky grin.

His carefree smile was rather endearing.

Ham repeated the exact same script. "You smiled in response to your opponent's provocation. You have a psychological disorder. You're not normal..."

Lingard stared blankly with his mouth wide open. Then he stood up, did a little dance, and ran off with a grin.

The club bus driver was extremely enthusiastic. Calling him a hero over and over, he cheerfully drove Li Luo back to the Manchester United first-team dormitories.

The logistics staff informed him that they had already moved his luggage today, from the youth team dormitory to the first-team dormitory.

The dormitory area was quiet.

Two Collies suddenly charged out. The chains restraining them stretched taut, but they only barked a few times. They seemed to recognize the Manchester United crest on the bus and immediately quieted down. Accompanied by the gentle, crisp scrape of iron chains against the ground, they slowly crawled back into their kennels on either side of the gate.

The security guard at the first-team gatehouse was a plump old man. It was his first time meeting the Chinese teenager face-to-face, and he excitedly waved his hand.

"Li, you were incredible at the Theatre of Dreams tonight! I have to ask you for an autograph in advance!"

The night breeze put Li Luo in a much lighter mood.

"Really? Bring me a pen. I'll sign it for you right now."

"Haha, just don't let Mr. Van Gaal find out. He has new rules..."

"It's fine. If you make me sign too many times, I won't have the time!"

He quickly signed his Chinese name, then followed the logistics staff to his dorm room.

After closing the door, the first thing he did was turn on his computer and write his personal post-match summary for the coaching staff.

There were no requirements for the content or word count of the summary.

He had heard that Lingard and Pogba had either submitted blank pages or drawn crooked little animals for Manchester United's previous manager.

Li Luo was different. He had to write a serious summary, like a newbie player studying a game's mechanics.

Following the template Giggs had given him, he began typing on the keyboard:

"First, physical battles? This body could withstand the stationary collisions from Swansea City's midfielders and defenders most of the time. Opponents couldn't knock me down in one go. Even after I scored that final header, the tall Swansea City defender who charged at me from a short distance still couldn't knock me down immediately. I merely staggered out of bounds, and grabbing the goalpost with one hand was enough to steady myself."

"No, I need to change 'this body' to 'my body' in the email!"

"Second, space? Third, passing and receiving? Fourth, positional defense? Giggs said I'd only played for a few minutes, so I could leave these blank. Wow, there are so many things I don't have to fill in."

Li Luo let out a sigh of relief.

"Fifteenth: Match feelings? I'll just write that I was a little nervous, but happy in the end."

As for how his body had felt, he did not write all of that down.

Once he had adjusted his breathing rhythm and stopped feeling nervous on the pitch, this body's athletic ability had truly been explosive. Setting aside everything related to touching the ball, Li Luo had briefly felt as though he were controlling a high-level game account and mowing through enemies.

As for the function of the Spatial Awareness module, he was not stupid enough to put that in an email.

With this module, at least he would no longer run around blindly on the football pitch.

He prepared to pack up his luggage.

The moment he opened the suitcase, a crumpled little notebook fell out.

He flipped it open.

It was a diary!

The original owner's diary. It was filled with crooked English letters, like a child's handwriting.

He casually opened it somewhere in the middle.

"April 29, 2006. Ronaldo came over to demonstrate dribbling today. He said he was the strongest. I said I was the strongest."

"April 30, 2006. I am the strongest."

"May 1, 2006. I am the strongest."

"May 2, 2006. Number 7 is Manchester United's strongest number. I will wear it someday."

"May 3, 2006. Lionel Messi on TV is very good, but I am the strongest."

"..."

He had been this confident since childhood?

He had been nine in 2006. He probably just liked writing the words "I am the strongest."

Li Luo smiled, closed the diary, and carefully placed it back at the very bottom of the suitcase.

There was no time to think about such things.

Once things quieted down, he began to feel a little anxious again.

Tomorrow was a day off. What about training the day after tomorrow? There was a very good chance he would give himself away.

Since it was still early in the night, he had to make the most of his time and study!

A long while later.

He had finished the first episodes of the instructional content from Morata, Lukaku, Giroud, Çalhanoğlu, and the others.

He felt he had gained a lot! His mind and football knowledge had both been enriched!

No, that wasn't right. Any one of the Manchester United Crown Prince's four essentials—passing, control, dribbling, and shooting—would expose him right now. He could not master them in a short time.

After making his debut today, Li Luo realized that the isolated application of individual technique was not the entirety of a football match.

He had to find a way to learn about formation changes and tactics.

A long while later.

He finally found some easy-to-understand football material, and it was even in Chinese: The 90 Minutes You See, by Cai Huiqiang.

Perhaps because he possessed Spatial Awareness, Li Luo found the book's content very intuitive, especially the changes in formation structure. He began reading it with great interest.

He did not know how long he had been reading when drowsiness and fatigue quietly crept over him.

Lying in bed, Li Luo still thought hazily, There isn't enough time to digest so much in the short term. Training the day after tomorrow is going to be troublesome...

The system had yet to provide a way to obtain attribute points or skill modules.

If this were a game, newbie player Li Luo would definitely complain about the game designers.